In the morning I greeted nature that looked bright
The journey of sour and sweet life is ready to penetrate the gap
Blue sky Complete in the protector of the universe
The blank sheets seemed to be waiting for the story
My morning
Mother got up and got out of bed
The instincts he has will not be blunt even if they are not sharpened for centuries
Affection is not measured like a long ruler unit
Rather the vast ocean and the estimation of eye sight
Being in remote villages and away from the crowds
Small house with yellow bamboo
It was seen that the mother was cooking in the stove with dry wood
Her eyes were runny and sore with smoke from firewood
For the sake of making breakfast hungry stomach hunger
On the front porch, the father is ready with his rice field caping
Preparing energy to make a living for their children
This old-aged body will be stung by the sun
Sweat falls off for the sake of loved ones
Yes Rabb
Strengthen the shoulders of the father and mother as my hero
Love them like when they were childhood
Be happy with your old age with Your favor
Drop sin in every breath.